LYRICS

Wow how my nerves,
May with a you become closer, yes, yes.
not like being in the reserves,
for this one to be clear, I
all, I want my freedom.

Chorus:
you’re not normal, quite cheeky,
brazen and brutal, weak sex.
Stops bother me, I think it is high time
to hit the road, that I am sick of you.
you’re not normal, quite cheeky,
brazen and brutal, weak sex.
Stops bother me, I think it is high
time to hit the road, that I am sick of you
now.

it was nice, but only at the beginning, and now his
out, sorry, yeah, yeah .
January is going to look in the mirror,
better than you deserve.
Yes I’m in love, mind lost
to fly.

Chorus
you’re not normal, quite cheeky,
brazen and brutal, weak sex.
Stops bother me, I think it is high time to catch
way that I am sick of you.
you’re not normal, quite cheeky,
brazen and brutal, weak sex.
Stops bother me, I think it is high time
to hit the road, that I am sick of you
now.

You’re not normal, quite cheeky,
brazen and brutal, weak sex.
Stops bother me, I think it is high time to catch
way that I am sick of you.
you’re not normal, quite cheeky,
brazen and brutal, weak sex.
Stops bother me, I think it is high time to catch
way that I am sick of you
now.